yaar, every time I see Iga Swiatek fighting back to win, it hits differently. matlab, I can barely fight off my urge to order takeout because cooking feels like an Olympic event when you're just trying to survive the day. so there I am, binge-watching her matches instead of figuring out my own life, thinking if only I could channel even a fraction of that energy into my mundane existence. maybe on...
जब मैं अपने दोस्तों की नई कारों और घरों की फोटो देखती हूँ, तो लगता है जैसे मैं एक अलग दुनिया में हूँ। सबने अपनी ज़िंदगी को अपने तरीके से सेट कर लिया है, जबकि मैं यहाँ नौकरी के लिए संघर्ष कर रही हूँ। iga swiatek का मुकाबला देखकर लगा, ये सब तो जीतते हैं, पर मैं बस हारने की आदत बना रही हूँ। कोई समझता नहीं। #IgaSwiatek #FeelingLeftOut
everyone thinks adulthood is just wearing business casual and drinking coffee in a trendy café. meanwhile, I’m over here trying to figure out how to successfully microwave ramen without burning it. it’s like my friends have all landed these shiny careers while I’m still stuck playing the waiting game, collecting dust, and watching my fridge empty out faster than my self-esteem during family dinners.
everyone thinks adulthood is just wearing business casual and drinking coffee in a trendy café. meanwhile, I’m over here trying to figure out how to successfully microwave ramen without burning it. it’s like my friends have all landed these shiny careers while I’m still stuck playing the waiting game, collecting dust, and watching my fridge empty out faster than my self-esteem during family dinners.
bruh, the other day I walked into a party and instantly decided to act like I was an expert on artisanal pickles. like, why? nobody even asked. but there I was, passionately explaining the brine process to a bunch of strangers while my friend just stared at me, wide-eyed. next thing I know, someone pulls out a jar, and guess who can’t name a single pickle variety? me. in my head, I’m shouting, "pi...